Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Jiang Zhi's backhand pressed the gangster's hand behind his back. After a fist, he became honest. The pain in his abdomen made his facial features change.

"Jiangzhi, I've seen this man. He knocked me out." Lin Jinan points to the man on the ground. The original owner's wallet and mobile phone are all on the gangster's body.

The name of the punk is Zhang Wei. He has a common and popular name, and has been renamed numerous names.

"Brother, please, let me go. I will not dare to do it again next time..." The gangster, who was bound up in all kinds of ways, was covered with tears and snivels, and his voice was coarse and ugly, like the quaking of a duck.

The original owner's mobile phone told him to sell it to the second-hand market. After a month's wandering, it was more difficult to find out whose hand it was.

He only took the cash in his wallet. As for the bank cards that could not be withdrawn without a password, and some other cards, he arbitrarily discarded them in a garbage can.

Those things were already loaded by cleaners and dragged to the treatment plant for incineration and decomposition.

"Jiangzhi, you start a little bit." Lin Jinan beckoned. He went to the gangster and clenched his hands into fists.

It was not easy to see a little hope, the result was so hard to break.

There was a shrill cry from the abandoned old warehouse.

Jiang Zhi stood aside and shivered.

Looking like a rabbit, he showed his sharp fangs. He was very skilled and professional when he hit people.

The place where the fist falls, not only will not leave the mark, but also can let the person ache for several days.

"Jiangzhi, the clue is broken." Lin Jinan exhaled, and the gangster had fainted.

His anger has not yet subsided. If this man had exerted a little more strength, the original owner would not have been so lucky to have lost his memory.

It's a stick that hits people, and it's only on the head. Maybe it's fatal.

"Well." Jiang Zhi grabs the young man's hand. His knuckles turn red after beating people.

The man is kneading his finger seriously, the expression on the face is attentive and serious, "does it hurt?"

Lin Jinan shook his head, he obediently let the man pull, "I want to call the police, send him to the Bureau."

Jiang Zhi said yes. He was disgusted and took a look at the thugs on the ground. There was a place that was wet with urine. The air was filled with a faint smell of smell, which was disgusting.

There are too many cases of gangsters. There are cases in the police station. Now the decent people there are going to arrest him.

Jiangzhi called people and left the gangsters at the gate of the police station, acting as a warm-hearted crowd who did good deeds without leaving a name.

"Where have you been? I couldn't find anyone in the bar, so I went back first. " Zhu Ming called, and his tone was worried.

"If something happens, I'll leave. Hang up first and invite you to dinner next time Jiang Zhi took the phone and simply explained a few words, then hung up.

Lin Jinan sat on the bed, looking at the man, "I accidentally knocked over the water cup, and the quilt and sheet were all wet."

Jiang Zhi didn't agree. He went to the bathroom.

Oh, how big a water cup it must be to make quilts and sheets unusable.

What's more, the spare quilt in the wardrobe is used as a decoration?

Lin Jinan quickly into the bed, lying in a good posture.

Man with a body of water vapor to the bedside, raised his chin, "down."

Lin Jinan didn't listen. He turned over and snored loudly. "I fell asleep."

Oh, you can still talk when you are asleep. The little liar's sketches for lying are getting more and more ridiculous.